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Vicar went into church next Sunday morning and asked the question, "Are
we down-hearted?" I knew it would cause a sensation, but I'd rather have
a sensation than a stagnation.

Those boys sat up. I said, "We are going to talk about gipsy life." I
talked to them about the origin of my people. There's not a man living
in the world who knows the origin of my people. I can trace my people
back to India, but they didn't come from India. We are one of the oldest
races in the world, so old that nobody knows how old. I talked to them
about the origin of the gipsies, and I don't know it, but I knew more
about it than they did. I talked to them about our language, and I gave
them specimens of it, and there I was on sure ground. It is a beautiful
language, full of poetry and music. Then I talked about the way the
gipsies get their living--and other people's; and for thirty minutes
those Munsters hardly knew if they were on the chairs or on the
floor--and I purposely made them laugh. They had just come out of the
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